His studies abroad had concluded a week ago, and the stress of it had nearly ruined him. But he was home, now, with a tan that he hoped no one would notice or comment on, and a missing boilfriend.

Who had, fortunately, recently re-appeared; under mysterious circumstances, but when it came to Thackery, Ash often found himself blindsided and nodding at every opportunity. He planned to root out the explanation sooner rather than later, and there was no time like the present.

"Thackery," he said, solemn, entering the other boil's room with a polite knock beforehand, "I have brought you a present."

The present was not, in fact, the shirt Ash was wearing, although it was a gift enough in its own right.

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